In just a few exchanges, the balance of the fight tipped completely.
With his overwhelming physical advantage, Qingxiao kept Kenjaku suppressed throughout. Fists and palms struck Kenjaku's shoulders, chest, waist, and abdomen in succession, dull impacts sounding one after another.
Kenjaku could only raise his arms to block awkwardly and scramble backward. His defensive perimeter kept shrinking as he retreated step by step, barely able to fight back, trapped in the desperate position of taking a one-sided beating.
Although Qingxiao currently held the advantage, the outlook was still far from optimistic:
This guy who possessed Nagayumi Jin is highly skilled at Reverse Cursed Technique!
He's probably no worse than Shoko. Unless I can kill him with one punch, he'll always find a chance to recover.
Moreover, Qingxiao could clearly feel that his opponent had more combat experience than he did. Kenjaku always managed to dissipate most of the impact with the smallest movements. Combined with Reverse Cursed Technique, this kept Qingxiao from making any effective gains.
I refuse to believe you can keep using Reverse Cursed Technique forever!
With that thought, Qingxiao sped up his attacks again.
Under the continuous beating, Kenjaku completely abandoned his arrogance, focused his mind, and desperately searched for a way out.
He knew better than anyone how fatal this body's shortcomings were. A prolonged battle would only keep draining his Cursed Energy and stamina. When that happened, he would collapse first without his opponent having to do anything else.
His gaze swept swiftly across the wrecked street, passing over broken walls, scattered rubble, and the fire hydrant standing beside the road, before finally locking onto that intact municipal fire hydrant.
Meanwhile, despite keeping his opponent suppressed and watching him retreat in apparent disarray, Qingxiao still did not dare relax.
Without stopping, Qingxiao intensified his assault